Fantasy as we wander

[Htiaf]

Rakela could smell him very well. It was strange, almost like she was across the room from her.


Or on top of her... She looked up at the buildings, and quickly shimmied up the alley walls, it being too narrow for her to pull out her wings.


Unfortunately, she had unwittingly invited her father along. After she had disappeared, he had walked calmly to another alley, and began to chant a spell.


"wiilirk wer darasv fanol." He muttered, his eyes growing red. After a moment of silence, his head snapped up, and he shimmied up the walls of the alley, and began stealthily jumping over to roof tops.


Soon the sight of his daughter greeted his eyes. He smiled and pushed his hand toward her, muttering "pok".


Rakela slammed into a building, and slid down to the ground(what would you call that, the top of the roof...), effectively pinned. She glared at her father and he strode past, looking smug. She tried to swear at him but found herself unable to. Mentally growling, she watched her blasted father run silently to the roof above the two quarreling men. Rakela could smell the boy from one of the two, and she struggled against the invisible bonds that kept her pinned.


Uraki made his presence known by jumping down from the roof, in front of the two. His eyes flickered to the prince, and then to the other man. He bowed deeply. "Which one of you would be the trouble maker? I consider it my duty to keep the streets clean of this part of town."

 

[Beaurmont]

"Oh dear..." Eva gave Kalth a genuine look of concern at the sight of his utterly mangled knee. He looked down towards it, it was black and blue, rather grotesque really. Luckily for him the leg was numb, well for better or worse. Kalth looked up at the elf, shrugging slightly; "It's fine. I don't feel anything." He tried to reassure her. Suddenly a tiny gray fox burst into the room screaming about something, surprising the hell out of Kalth. It spoke!?  

"Oh dear..." Eva gave Kalth a genuine look of concern at the sight of his utterly mangled knee. He looked down towards it, it was black and blue, rather grotesque really. Luckily for him the leg was numb, well for better or worse. Kalth looked up at the elf, shrugging slightly; "It's fine. I don't feel anything." He tried to reassure her. Suddenly a tiny gray fox burst into the room screaming about something, surprising the hell out of Kalth. It spoke!? (Short post is short.)

 

[albin0fox]

I snap my head around to face the frantic, and then embarassed kitsune, scowling at the mention of the brat, before returning to my current task. "Ive washed my hands of the kid, grey. If he doesnt want to stay safe then I wont bother helping. Hes old enough to make his own damn desisions." Mixing several herbs in a mortar, I grind them to a fine powder as I give kalth a warning glance, letting him know not to speak of our pending discussion. I pour oil in with the poweder and mix it rapidly before setting it alight and pouring the flaming mixture into my palms with a simple levitations spell. "Deep breath, and dont be afraid to scream. this is really going to hurt." I set both my hands on your demolished knee, and the flames turn green, completely engulfing the wound.

 

[MrMopp]

Frankly, Gray was surprised (and a little suspicious) that she had lost interest in Lineal. She DID just confirm that she knew about the bounty. Since she didn't answer his question regarding his whereabouts, he was going wait and ask again once she was done. Plus, he needed to see if he could convince the human cannonball that he was hallucinating. Any how, Ayrenn needed to wait.

 

[Ian Temero]

"Which one of you would be the trouble maker? I consider it my duty to keep the streets clean of this part of town."





Brendan saw his chance. "It's him!" He blurted out. "He just suddenly attacked me! He also killed all of my friends and he has a huge-!" He stopped short as Lineal gave him a quick punch in the solar plexus, leaving him gasping for air.


"This man is the leader of a group of bandits known as the Red Wolves." Lineal said slowly, his voice shaking from his barely controlled rage. "Two month ago, he and his men attacked the village of Grùldien, killing every man, woman, and child and burning it to the ground. I made the mistake of letting him go once, I will not do so again."


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The City Walls




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"Is that a girl playing in the rain that you're watching?"


The on duty guard turned to look at his commander who had just spoken. "Yep. Been following her all morning." He answered pointing down at the young girl sitting just outside the wall. She had amazingly long black hair done up in two ponytails. In her hand was a long branch that she was currently using to draw in the mud. "She's been walking around the entire city since first light, dragging that stick behind her. Occasionally she would stopped to do just what you see her doing now. What do you reckon's up with her?"


The commander watched the girl for a few seconds before answering. "She's probably just brain damaged. If she doesn't leave in another hour, bring her in and try to find out where she lives so we can get her back her there."


"Yes, sir!" The guard answered, turning back to watch her play in the mud. However, from up on the wall, he could not hear that as she drew she chanted the same thing over and over.


"Si pobon nomeno goawy lae sia thaczil, sia okarthel, sia quza. Lae si zhin coita tomilic, nishka sia vers rinov oontanx. Si pobon nomeno goawy lae sia thaczil, sia okarthel, sia quza. Lae si zhin coita tomilic, nishka sia vers rinov oontanx..."

 

[Htiaf]

The dragon smiled at the two men. "You're both murderers? My verdict is... Guilty!" He flashed a grin at Lineal. "Murderer? Bandit leader?" He cocked his head at Brendan. "This calls for... Execution."


With a snap of the finger, and a quick incantation of "Uoinota ixen", he lit the bandit leader on fire, and turned to Lineal.


"You ambushed him? Killed his friends? Oh deary, it appears that you are the trouble maker in this scenario. So what does this call for?"


He began to pace around Lineal, oblivious to the burning man that was laying on the ground.

 

[Beaurmont]

"Deep breath, and don't be afraid to scream. this is really going to hurt." Eva whispered. Kalth cocked his head slightly, was she joking? He braced himself as the fires engulfed the wound on his body. A sense of intense pain sprang through his leg, clawing its way up his lower body. "AGGGRRRRHHHHHH!!!!" Kalth screamed, it hurt more than he believed it too. It was as if being ripped from the inside out. He placed his arm into his mouth and bit down hard, causing it to bleed profusely.


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Argo is uh...somewhere?

 

[albin0fox]

Watching kalth bite down on his arm sends a sharp stab of guilt through my gut, knowing that I could have easily healed his knee painlessly, had I not felt the need to test his strength. But I know its short lived, and much faster.


The flames die out and your knee finishes healin with a soft crunch, and the pain dissapates with the wound.


"Im impressed. " I offer you a smile, and give your knee a firm pat. "And all that's left is that handsome face." I hand you the last of the blue goop before turning to grey. "Lets go downstairs and talk. Argos probably sober again. So I need to get him a few more rounds going."

 

[MrMopp]

Gray did his signature eye roll."What? Is he going to wilt if he's not watered daily?" He rhetorically asked. "Honestly, prolonged drunkenness can't be healthy for him. Anyway I'm sorry dear, but I'm a little busy, no time for chit-chat. Are you're CERTAIN you don't know were the boy is?"


(He'd try using Suggestion on Kalth later.)

 

[albin0fox]

Last time I saw him he was sneaking out back towards the stables." I shrug my shoulders and stand up, turning to kalth with a smile, business persona vanished. "We always keep a spare tunic and trousers in the bedroom closets, just in case. You can use them under your armor till you get the chance to buy your own." I head towarsa the door with a sway to my hips, already back into my role as a tavern wench. "Feel free to come downstairs when youre ready. Drinks are on me." I give grey a nod on my way out and slip behind the bartable downstairs looking for argo among the drunken rabble.


"Oi! Eva!" One of the regulars shout from a crowded table in the center. "This laddie here thinks 'e can best ya!"


"The whelp can challenge me to my face if he wants his arse kicked." Boisterous laughter rings out and a young boy, probably a novice fisherman from the river staggers to his feet, approaching with a confident swagger. I lift a brow at him with an amused smirk.


"Whats youre handle?" He asks, Ooh his face was suddenly all business.


" nordheim potato wine." I answer.


"The stakes?" I had to admit, if he didnt falter there he may actually he a challenge.


"If I win." I say. "We switch clothes for the night." The whole tavern goes up in cat calls and whistling.


"And if I win, we take them off in my room." Oohoho, this little whelp was bold.


"You think you can handle me sweetheart?" I lean in close, pouring the potato wine into a dozen pint mugs without needing to watch what im doing. He counters with a savage grin, and grabs a mug as the spectators circle around us for a better view.


"I like my chances"

 

[Ian Temero]

Outside the Stables

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Lineal leaped off of Brendan as he was engulfed in flames. He watched helplessly as the man rolled around screaming and after several long seconds the bandit leader's screams died down and stopped altogether. "Why?" He asked, too shocked to be angry, but that was changing quickly. "Why did you kill him? That wasn't your place. You aren't the law. He should have been taken to the guards so that they could deal with him... which is exactly what I'm going to do with you, now that you've murdered a man!" The air around him once again began to ripple.


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The City Streets

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The young girl was impressed by how fast her spell was working. She could already feel her power increasing as she walked through the city. It wouldn't be long before she would have enough magic for the task at hand. She looked around the town and smiled. These people had no idea what was about to happen to them. Now to find a central location with a good view over the city.


Hmm... The cathedral bell-tower would do nicely.

 

[Htiaf]

The dragon raised his eyebrows in a sort of you're kidding expression. Then, as if he was holding something back-such as a laugh- he closed his eyes and his shoulders began to shake. He bent over and put his hands on his knees, and let out a loud chuckle. Then he straightened back up, wiping tears out of his eyes.


"Very funny, kid. Jilg."


As if held by invisible chains, the boy's arms jerked to his side, and he stood up straight, struggling against his bonds.


"Ah. Good, it worked." He grinned and took a step closer to Lineal. "I don't believe we've properly introduced our selfs. I am Harroc Halic, The White Dragon of Stygia, Terrorizer of Luxur, Vanquisher of Breylorn the Valiant, Executioner of the Gold Dragon, Shivi, and too many more to list in a single day. Oh, and a general lover of chocolate. Now, seeing as you are currently tongue tied and cannot introduce yourself, I will do it for you. You are the exiled prince Lineal Schwartz of the kingdom of Zingara. You were adopted into the Rulnavak tribe 3 years ago, shortly after the death of your sister at the talons of, 5 dragons. And you've slowly been making your way back to your home kingdom since then. Of course, this is where your journey ends."

 

[MrMopp]

Gray thanked Evah, hurried down the stairs, past Ayrenn (" I'll be a moment longer"), and out the door.


Gray walked out the tavern door down to stable. It was one of only routes he knew well in this town (the other two being the library and, his personal favorite, the exit). After all, even though he and Thrandelore came here often, Gray only tagged along and rarely went on strolls. I mean what was there to see?. There were few trees other than the fragments of skeletons that made these ugly little cubes called houses. And road that he walked on was straight and flat. Couldn't these people have at least left a few boulders to wind the road about? Would it kill them to things make it LOOK natural. An lets not get started about the occasional broken glass in the road, or the disgusting well water or the SMELL (And people thought HE smelled bad!?) The people of this town were too simple and busy to bother making things aesthetically pleasing, and too human to recognize the natural aesthetics of their surroundings. Still, he never realized just how... dead this town felt until he was walking it alone.


Gray had known the good wizard Thandelore for most of the mans life. When Gray met him, he was just some scrawny runaway named Jimmy that Gray got to play fairy godmother for and ended up taking under his wing as an apprentice. He had been Jim's friend and teacher ever since, pretending to be his familiar (which was technically true) as he guided him along the path to greatness. And after nearly a century of friendship, he was gone. This was a reoccurring pattern in Grays life. He'd befriend a humanoid, groom them to fulfill some grand destiny, stick with them for the rest of their short lives, and once they die, wander about until it happens again.


Gray shed no tears the day Thrandelore died. No wails of anguish. No sad fair wells. Just a simple cremation, a eulogy, and then it was done. He saw no need for mourning. After all, Death was not a tragedy, it was just way of things. Every story needed an ending otherwise how could you call it a story? Sure, getting eaten by a dragon might be an anticlimactic ending, but Thrandelore led a good life, his legacy would continue to ring long after the book was closed. So no, Gray was not sad that his friend was gone.


Rather, he was sad that he was left behind.


As far as he knew, Gray was the last of the Zenko. He had been preserved from Inari's curse, but sometimes he felt like he was under another curse of loneliness. Gray would live to be exactly a thousand years old, but unlike other long lived creatures, he was keenly aware of times passing. He lived through every moment of every century that he spent with each companion, and after a life time of knowing and loving them, they go and leave a gap in his soul. It was getting tiresome. Was nothing constant in his life? Why couldn't he just go home?


That brought another thing to his mind. "I've spent lifetimes helping others to write their stories, but what about ME?" He thought. "MY story is coming to an end, and I don't even know what it IS. What was MY purpose. Is that all I am? A keeper of vignettes? Is THAT how I'm going to end? Is that how my KIND will end?"


Gray stopped, surprised by his own selfish fear. He exhaled. "Be patient, Graycoat" he told himself. "You still have 88 years." He looked heavenwards. "At any rate," he said, "before I die, please, let me know that I've made a difference. And that I'm not alone. Thank you"


And with that, he kept going.

 

[albin0fox]

Basics


Name (& pronunciation): n/a


Date of Birth (& age): 52


Place of Birth: unknown


Gender: male


Species/Racial Origin: kitsune


Social Class/Community Status: n/a


Language: uhhh fox?


Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: n/a


Physical Description

Height: 1' 3"


Weight: 6lbs 7oz


Hair: white


Eyes: blue


Limb Dexterity: uncoordinated, quick


Detailed Physical Description: a short, stubby legged little creature, this kitsune barely comes up to a humans knee on his hind legs. He has one tail only, and a blue mark that appears when he is particularily happy. His fur is short, white and rabbity soft and his ears are somewhat large for his head.


Typical Clothing/Equipment: n/a


Personality/Attributes


Personality/Attitude: this kitsune is completely oblivious to its own species. Raised by regular foxes untill they all died, his inteligence is underdeveloped, making him quite ditzy, and accident prone (since he often times burps up blue flames, which propel him back a few feet). He doest know how to speak properly, however he is a talented mimic, and will parrot what he hears. Beig a very young kitsune, he is still curious and playful, and has little concept of what is and isnt dangerous. He also has a habit of licking up spilled liquer, thus getting drunk and stumbling around as he hiccups little blue flames. Most find this very entertaining to watch.


Skills/Talents: mimickery, burping and sneasing tongues of fire, quick learner.


Favourites/Likes: fish, chicken, shiney things, veal, fish, bugs, mice, humans and humanoid creatures, common foxes, fish, house cats, liquer, and fish.


Most Hated/Dislikes: big scary things, and loud noises


Goals/Ambitions: eat, sleep, investigate shiny things.


Strengths: good at finding things


Weaknesses: fiiiiiiiishyyyyyyy


Fears: big things, loud things, pointy teeth


Hobbies/Interests: shiny doohickeys, eating, making funny noises, playing in water, new smells


Regular Routine: eat, sleep, play


Philosophy of Life: "muui?"


Attitude Toward Death: -runs and hides-


Religion/Beliefs: n/a


Fetishes/Strange Behaviors: well...-looks at everthing about the creature-


Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience: mommy fox dying of old age


Education/Special Training: n/a


Place/Type of Residence: holes, trees and the foot of nice humans beds


This character is purely as comic relife and filler

 

[MrMopp]

Every time I write about Grays thoughts about death, I get one of these songs stuck in my head.





(Can't find the other)

 

[albin0fox]

The rather diminuitive little kitsune tittered about on dainty paws as he made his way down the dusty road wih a skip in his step. New smells were everywhere and shiny things were abundant. So naturally, he liked it here, and proceeded to explore. One particularitly delicious smell was wafting from a stand off by some place that was populated by those odd creatures with bulbous chests that tended to be covered in shiney sparkly ornaments. He carefully avoided thier gaze, as those creatures tended to be quite affectionate. Normally he wouldnt mind, but he smelled fish. Shit just got real.


"FRESH FIIIIIIISH! GENUINE RED HERRING!"


the little fox s nose twitched as he took in he delicious aroma of stinky fishy goodness.


"Fwesh feeeeeesh..." he squeaked happily to himself. "Fwesh feeeeeesh.."

 

[MrMopp]

"FRESH FIIIIIIISH! GENUINE RED HERRING!"


Grays stomach gurgled, after all he STILL hadn't eaten any. He knew better than to steal from the fish monger though. This, little kit, however, probably didn't. He chuckled and walked up to him. He was about to say "<I wouldn't do that>" in fox-tongue. But was stoped short when it said. "Fwesh feeeeeesh..."


Gray blinked. Did he just ...? No. It was just his hopeful imagination. There was no way a Kitsune that young would be so far from the-


"Fwesh feeeeeesh.." It squeaked. Grays jaw dropped. It WAS a Kitsune! HOW!? Kitsune were only EVER born on the other side of the Mountains of Night. How was this POSSABLE ?!


He was going to ask. He trotted up to the kit. <Pardon me,> he asked in the sophisticated Kitsune language, <are your parents here that I might speak with them?>

 

[albin0fox]

"Muuwee?" The little creature tilted its head, wondering why this fox was speaking gibberish. Yes clearly this creature was daft. Or feeling wobbly after licking up that spicey water that the two leggeds spill all the time.


He sniffed the poor confused old foxs muzzle in a rapid series of huffs, and couldnt detect any trace of it.


Hmmm...perhaps bit of fish would help its aidled brain. So the kit springs up, catching a fishs tail with his teeth, pulls it from the bucket and nudges it towards he grey fox with an adorable smile and a wag of his tail. "Fwesh feeeeeesh!"

 

[MrMopp]

Gray looked down at the fish for a moment and slowly nodded. "Yes. Fish. That's exactly what I said. Thank you. Well done." Ok, so Gray was quite rusty apparently. Let's dumb it down a little. <Mama here?> he asked in common fox

 

[albin0fox]

The kirsune smiled even wider, knowing now, for sure, that fish cured everything. <mama dead for long time. I play a looong way and come here to smell fish and find shiny toys> clearly this town was perfect for doing just that. <then I give you fish cause you old and senile. And now you are cured! Yay!!> lets my tongue loll out for added emphasis on the "yay!"

 

[Beaurmont]

Kalth watched as the others left the room, giving him time to change clothes. When he expected quiet he was greeted with loud obnoxious cheering from downstairs. It was not the most comfortable place for sleep, how do inn's make money like this? Oh yeah, it's a tavern. The thought of people trying to sleep at night here made Kalth chuckle slightly, it has been a while since he could laugh. He changed his clothes quickly, thinking of what Eva and the talking fox spoke of. Apparently his target left out the back door, the boy has probably made his way out of town by now. If he was able to leave of course. Kalth removed his mask, pushing a hand through his hair slowly. The sounds downstairs got louder yet again, cheering and yelling. They seem rather happy even though they all were tossed on the ceiling a while ago. He chuckled yet again. Maybe he's just losing his mind.


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Argo watched as Eva came down the stairs, eager for both a heavy drink and companionship. Soon as she came down a young man seemed to challenge her to some sort of drink off. This was a surprise. Not many lads try to out drink Eva any more, this could get exciting. Ohoho...Eva looks interested in this, she might go all out. A fire lit in her eye at the excitement. He laughed heartily, shaking the room, even with the loud cheering from his other drinking mates. "Oi Eva! You better win this! Les' you fall behind in our contest!" He yelled in her direction, Argo didn't know if she heard him but turned and grabbed a mug of ale, trying to get into the mood. Being alert was not how he'd want to spend the night, drinking till he can't remember what happened is a great way to have fun. He turned yet again, to look at Areynn sitting alone and a little awkward.

 

[Ian Temero]

Lineal struggled against the invisible chains to no avail. If only he could open his mouth and say the words that would summon his swords. The white haird man began introducing himself and Lineal's eyes grew wide with horror. A dragon?! What in the world was Lineal supposed to do against a dragon? And the amount he knew about the young prince, just how long had this thing been stalking him.


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Yes. This will do nicely. The young girl thought to herself, staring up at the tall tower in front of her. Walking through the temple doors she stopped and frowned. There were several more people in the building than she had expected. Was it their day of worship or something? It was probably a good bet that none priests were not allowed in the bell tower and with this crowd she was sure to be noticed. She couldn't have that.


She pointed at the large oak doors and muttered "trelk vur stoth!". As if they they had a will of their own, the doors shut and locked themselves, causing everyone to go quite. The high priest approached her, believing that she had slammed the doors in order to catch their attention, and asked "Is there something you need, child?" The girl stared at him for a few seconds, going through a list of spell components in her head. "Why yes, Father." She answered, giving him a smile that would have sent a shiver down even a devil's spine. "I do believe that I require fresh blood..."

 

[albin0fox]

Every mug but the last two are empty and overturned, and both the whelp and I are barely able to move. Both of us have a bucket beside us, but to use it would mean to forfeit. This kid...he was good. But I can see that hes hit the proverbial wall. One more drink, then I can go hang with argo for a bit, since I put the stock boy in charge of the bar for a while. He had been wanting to learn the ropes for a week or so and now was as good a time as any.


"Look...kid...ki...kid. hehe" I grin at him, offering him a way out. "If you just...back...the hell up...you can keep yer tro...trous...yer pants."


The kid gives me a vacant look and I gotta wonder if he even remembers what hes doing this for. Everyone watching is quiet, and the boy lifts a hand in protest, opening his mouth to deny my offer, when he slowly tips back into the crowd, passed out. The cheers aee deafening as I am filled with renewed pride and lift ky last mug up , climb onto the table and crawl/ stumble over to argo.


"Boy! Fetch argo a pint of our finest! I wish to share my victory with the only man to ever out drink me!!" I then throw my arm around his shoulder with a hearty laugh and plant a kiss on his cheek.

 

[MrMopp]

Gray chuckled. "The miracle of sea food. Must be it." He sniffed the kid. No other scents. <No papa either, huh?>

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

The golden liquid of delicious honeyed wine slipped down the assassin's throat, leaning her head back behind her as the last remaining droplets disappeared. Slamming the small clear glass onto the bar, Ayrenn eyed Lucian like a hawk as he tried desperately to ignore her.


"How's business these days, Lucian?" The elf asked, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. The bartender gave her a suspicious glance before filling up a cup with whisky. He pushed it towards a drunken bard who played the flute horribly. Stopping his tune, the bard hiccuped and thanked Lucian with a bit of slur in his tone, and than stumbled away with his drink.


"It's as it always is. The usual." He replied, motioning with a nod of his head towards the cheering of the drunken men in the tavern. Ayrenn turned in the direction and rolled her eyes at the men. However, she turned back to Lucian just as Eva walked in. The assassin's leaf green eyes filled with mockery, and the undying emotion of hatred. When she saw the half elf turn towards her, Ayrenn flashed her a vicious smile before raising her glass to her.


"How's Kalth holding up, hmm?" The assassin snickered quietly, taking another sip of her newly filled drink.


The elvish woman's pointed ears winced as the cheering grew louder and louder. The loud voices of the men rang in her ears like constant sirens. She needed to get away from these idiots. Gritting her teeth with pure irritation, she rose from her seat at the bar, and slowly padded up the stairs without another word. The sword attached to her hip swayed as she took her final steps up the stairs, beginning to walk down the hall.


Passing an open door, a familiar figure sitting on a bed caught her eye, and she found herself stopping in her place. With a smirk, the assassin slipped towards the open room completely silently, and leaned against the doorway. Crossing her arms across her chest, she grinned at Kalth.


"You seem to be doing better." Ayrenn's voice broke the silence.